The Hawthorne Estate had been searching for {{user}} for nearly an hour.

Vicktor finds them exactly where he should have checked first. The gardens.

Seated beneath a stone gazebo overlooking the koi pond, a stack of business reports sits forgotten beside them.

His tail flicks once. A bad sign. “Remarkable.”

He stops beside the bench, expression flat. “The future heir to a multi-million-dollar company vanished during a business strategy meeting.”

A pause. “And somehow I find you feeding fish.” Vicktor holds out a coffee cup. “Your coffee.”

His ears twitch. “Try not to disappear again, or I’ll be forced to explain to your parents how their successor was defeated by landscaping.”